hii would you be able to do a schlatt x reader where y/n and ted both accidentally take the 400mg edible and schlatt is doing the massage gun etc. to ted but is like actually trying to help y/n lmaoo
Jschlatt who is more fond of you.
SMPLive / Lunch Club era jschlatt.
"Ted, Y/N," Cooper begins, having slight expertise on the subject of being absolutely zooted, "you guys really need to lock yourself down to a spot. Get comfy, no point walking around you'll just get disoriented."
Yourself and Ted got extremely excited at the sight of the sweet table at the misfits house, why wouldn't you? It was like a banquet in there! It's like they spend thousands on candy and it's just waiting to be eaten!
However, your lack of using your fucking brain has fucked you over once again, because after yourself and Ted guzzle multiple sheaths of Nerds Ropes down your gullet, Tobi appears around the corner, with a flabbergasted look in her eye.
"How many of those did yous have?" she asks gently, not trying to cause any alarm. It seems like a fairly normal question so you answer honestly.
"Probably like. One? Two? Yeah about two I'd say? Do we have to pay or something?" You ask. Paying isn't a problem here, infact it's the least you can do for the misfits and Lunch Club crew letting you stay with them for the week of signing.
Tobi's face easily falls flat, and turns a pasty white. "Oh no. No dont worry about pay... But um...." She trails off.
Schlatt swiftly shows up to see you both, Travis walking near him, both of them talking about some video idea before being sucked into your conversation. Travis, also having taken a few things from the table before, figures out what the issue is quickly, but Schlatt is in the exact same position both you and Ted are in, confused, and alarmed.
"Mate.." Tobi begins again, her eyes darting between the four of yous, starting from Travis, who is about to blow from laughing, Schlatt, who is looking like he's walked in on a crime scene, You, and finally Ted, who are just so confused and concerned. "You've just taken... You've taken 400 milligrams of edibles guys." she finishes.
Well at the sound of that news, Travis and Schlatt explode into a fit of laughter, running back into the living room to inform anyone who will listen.
"Boys! Boys!" Schlatt laughs out. "Get this, Ted and y/n are gonna be off their fucking heads for the rest of the evening! They've just taken so much edibles"
More laughter erupts from the living room, with Swaggersouls, Cooper and Noah falling into coughing fits with how funny they found it. You though, with the addition of Ted, not so much.
"I need. to throw this up." Ted drawls out. Working on autopilot to find any and all ways to get this weed out of his system as fast as he possibly can.
You'd probably do the same, if you weren't already being dragged into the kitchen by Fitz and Noah, looking for any and all ways to get you to calm down.
See, you, of lack of better words, are freaking out and you cant even tell. Your frozen in place, eyes welling up with tears as the gravity of the situation continues to set in. With the addition of everyone initially losing it at the news, it's no wonder your a bit embarrassed. Luckily though, there are plenty of people in the house who know how to handle their weed, and these two boys were no exception
"Alright." Noah begins. "Listen. You need to eat now. And drink now. And get everything that a human body needs to do NOW before you get floored by all this."
As Noah is explaining, Fitz is getting you something to eat, easy stuff that doesn't need to be heated, like Normal sweets, and things like cheese or ham or something. Nothing he has to spend too much time on.
As he's doing this, Schlatt saunters into the kitchen, and he sees your face. Red with embarrassment yet also bashfulness of how these two friends leaped into help you as fast as they possibly could, leaving Ted to do whatever the fuck he was up to.
He decides to fill up a pitcher and leave it in the fridge, mentally remembering to give you a glass of water every so often. As well as that he sees your phone in your back pocket, so he takes it out and places it on the kitchen counter.
Noah notices, and nods. He himself being in the situation where he should've had a friend who was quiet about giving solutions to problems later down the line.
Then, Ted comes back to the kitchen, looking extremely defeated.
"I cannot get anything out of me. I am ruined. We are RUINED Y/n" he says dramatically, lifting his arms and sculpting his hands into claws. Such a drama queen.
Everyone around you seemed to have booted into 'We need to help these two poor bastards' mode, and they're clearing out a spot in the living room for you both to sit, getting drinks and snacks for you both, trying not to have any crazy disorienting screens around you both, and the big one and main one, telling people not to record you two.
But who can pass up on stellar content like this?
As you both start to feel the hit not long after one another, you're ushered into the living room, and Cooper gives you the rules and regulations like a drill sargent.
"Ted, Y/N," says Cooper, just like at the start, "you guys really need to lock yourself down to a spot. Get comfy, no point walking around you'll just get disoriented." He proceeds to point at a sofa or two arm chairs, depending on preference. "Chair." He says sillily.
Ted takes an arm chairs, feeling as if contortion in the chair will help him feel like himself again, while you pick the sofa, thinking that if you have to sprawl you'll certainly have the space to do so on a big long comfy sofa.
The sofa isn't the softest thing in the world, but thats sort of what you need. If you were drowning in sofa for the next 4 hours this would be possibly an even worse day that it has been already.
Yet it can't stay calm for long, because several of the streamers pile into the room with their cameras, asking you both mad questions in attempts to make you both freak your shit. Luckily neither of you are high enough yet, feeling fully concious and aware of your surroundings.
You look around the room, see who's about. Charlie, Cooper, Ted. Swagger. All conglomerate at one side of the room. Travis is making his way over there too. And on your side, Schlatt, Tobi, Noah. Sitting on the same sofa as you. You see Tobis head dip and weave every so often, looking over, around or through Schlatt to make sure you're alright.
Hour One flies in. Ted has had to call his girlfriend to cancel a dinner date, and you are describing every jolt, jab, glitch, and jump in your vision.
Ted had gotten up once in the first hour to grab a sweatshirt, he kept explaining that he felt cold, although you couldn't be on disagree more. You were roasting, Having the feeling of cold sweat that was never even there form along your arms and back.
There are many more on your sofa now, the livingroom becoming more popular as the dusk begins to show. You look down to see who's all there.
Schlatt, Charlie, Jawsh, Swagger, Tobi and Cooper. Schlatt is on his phone, scrolling casually with his hood up. He hadn't moved at all since you sat down, sitting next to you but not close to you, not to overwhelm you maybe? Or maybe your high brain is overthinking it...
Cooper pulls out his camera, and begins to record you both. "Whats the sitch now guys." he asks, giggling slightly.
"No its gotten so much worse. Its. THE worst. My entire body feels like rubber bands " Ted explains, shaking slightly in his chair from being cold. Thats when Schlatt pipes up for the first time since he laughed at you both. "Ted, you probably need... another stick of butter." He jests.
You on the other hand stay quiet, thinking it's better than being recorded. Instead you fold your arms around yourself, to help yourself feel grounded. Holding yourself and making yourself small to make sure that you are still on the sofa. You find yourself continuously counting the people in the room.
One, Two. Three, Four Fi-
"Cooper go be useful and bring them in some water or somthin" Schlatt calls, after Cooper puts his camera away. "There's a pitcher in the fridge I think." Acting extremely nonchalant like he hadn't put it there before.
You see, unbeknownst to you, Schlatt saw your little grounding routine, and while he has No Idea what being high is like, he knew that what you were doing isnt something you normally do.
All he knew to do was to keep an eye, see if you were acting like an anomaly of yourself and alert the people who did know what to do to do something. It was the perfect plan in his head... and just hoped nobody would catch him out for being soft...
Both you and Ted could feel "The Hands."
The grabbing hands all over your body and your vision moving at 5 fps. The feeling of losing control of reality and being dragged into the very chair your sitting in.
That's how you would describe it anyway! And thats how you did describe it. And everyone who know what being this high was like felt so pitiful towards you.
But to Ted? They didn't seem to care! Other than Cooper who was doing nothing but recording him, they would walk up to him and do bit after bit. It was a hard thing to be in the room for.
You look down the sofa to see who was there, to make sure that none of them were close enough to be these phantom hands touching you and secretly trolling you into a false sense of security.
Schlatt, Cooper. But there's a change in Schlatts demeanor after your description of how your feeling.
Unlike last time where he was staring at his phone, his eyes are on you. A sad look in his eyes. What was he suppost to do about these hands? This isnt something you can eat and drink away! Maybe television would help?? No that might cause some headache and anxiety within you thinking that the guys on the tv were grabbing you. Fuck. What was he to do?
Thats when. Someone pipes up.
"Schlatt where's your massage gun. It might help Ted!"
He looks Right, and Cooper is there with his camera on Schlatt all the sudden, you sitting balled up in the corner. The blanket that used to lay over your lap now askew off the ledge of the sofa. It is too warm and too confusing to have layers on.
Ted was feeling just as much as pain as you were, and he decided that the arm chair was too painful to be seated in for the rest of the non eventful evening. So he clambered to the far side of the sofa, the opposite end of where you were, near Cooper, and lays himself down there. You wave to him. He waves back. But you both regret it so fast as your hands are now in a frame rate war.
Both of you are just in. Such. excruciating pain. You count the people on the sofa.
Ted, Cooper. Travis is in the room but not on the sofa. So he doesn't count.
For the first time in two hours Schlatt can not be easily found by everyone, by your side. By his friends side who he clearly cares about more than Ted. Because what he is grabbing from his bag upstairs along with Fitz, will ensure that him and Ted will not stay friends for long after this.
"Hey, just on Ted alright? I don't want fuck with y/n..." Schlatt explains, trying to sound like he doesn't care about you as much as he does. But the cracks are as big as my fat ass. And Fitz can see right through it.
"Yeah man don't worry" he begins, his drowl becoming stronger as he takes the piss out of Schlatt. "Dont worry Johnny boy I won't ruin your chances." he laughs. Without the camera, being aware of his feelings with a friend is scary, not a bit anymore. But he brushes past it and says nothing, unsheathing the message gun from his duffel bag.
Both you and Ted have bottles of water. Drinking from glasses are practically off the table now, finding that with water bottles; they're easy to refill when needed. Ted is holding onto his for dear life while yours lays sideways along the couch, holding onto anything feels like a threat towards your own life.
Schlatt walks comically into the room. Flaunting the hand massager towards you as he walks past, grinning devilishly.
"Ted you know you've been lying about all day!" Schlatt says, Cooper and Travis turning their cameras on and recording him. "Lets just. Come on Ted we gotta get the blood moving."
Well this just sent Ted into a state of disarray, launching his bottle towards Schlatt with any and all attempt for the large man to step away from him deemed useless.
The feeling upon Teds body was unbearable, anyone in their right mind knew that, Schlatt knew that. But Ted is easy content. When he hears you laugh behind him, knowing your aware of exactly what is happening, he smiles at he biggest smile. He goes for Ted's arm and back and head one more time, before propping the gun up on the table and sitting back down.
Schlatt. Cooper. Ted, Travis.
"How are you feeling now, Lady." He asked quietly, a small corner of the couch, the room, taken up by your presence, and Schlatt stayed aware of it the entire evening.
"I am." You begin, your mouth not feeling as of its time with your speaking, your hands moving as you speak but feeling so much slower than they're actually moving. "Yep."
He laughs, not a manic laugh he let out hours ago, a normal laugh, a deep rumble from his stomach. He would probably laugh at whatever you said. You're very funny to him.
"Do you need anything. Want anything?" He asks gently.
All the sudden though, straight after you open your mouth to answer, Ted stands up at lightning speed, the fastest he's moved all evening and Bolts to the bathroom across the house. In such speed you can only find yourself describing as; impressive.
"Oh shit" many people say, A few people cheer. Noah returns to the room happily, seeing that at least one of the two of you are getting the weed out of your system.
"You're probably bound for throwing it all up next I bet." Schlatt turns to you again as he says this. "Just let me know if you need help getting to the bathroom and all. I'll be here. I promise." He says that like he's known for getting up and leaving all evening, which, you know he hasn't... done..
It seems like in your high state you had put two and two together. Your vision is spinning and yet every time you looked down the couch the first person you saw was Schlatt. And you knew he'd be there. and you knew you could rely on him if you needed anything from the kitchen.
And you noticed him put that water away earlier, and that it was currently the same pitcher sitting on the tea table right now. And that your phone was placed next to you by a mysterious figure before you and Ted went into the High Quarters.
He was taking care of you this whole time. And yo- oh. oh no. I think its your turn to run to the bathroom.
You grab Schlatt by the sleeve, who had just sat down properly and had gotten comfortable, but the speed you grabbed him and sat up had him moving alongside you, grabbing your arm and pulling you up from the zone you've made in the sofa.
He practically drags you to the bathroom, Ted not long returning from there cheering for you, while the rest of the room follows behind him, ushing and gushing about how great you acted high.
John kneels down close to you. Holding your hair back as you begin dry heaving into the bowl. He has no issue doing this, he's more than happy to help you. Always you.
See, not only is Schlatt fast, hes also sneaky. He had grabbed your water bottle as you were getting up, having it sitting near him as he sat down after the massage gun bit. He knew that if he held onto it, you'd be able to find it easily.
Or something like that I don't know.
Either way he had the water locked and loaded for when you finished puking up your green stained guts.
And when you were done... And John dropped your hair. And your vision picked up on frames... And he stopped spinning. and as you felt nothing but his hand moving the hair on your face back into place rather than the phantom hands... And when he finally after all that making you look pretty shit offered you your prized bottle of water...
You collapsed into a hug, because you knew what he was doing all evening. And he did nothing but hold you on that bathroom floor.
You continued to be high all night. Nothin you could do about that unfortunately, but after you got sick you spent the remainder of the evening tucked into Schlatts side, eating really small portions of food. John proceeded to walk you up the stairs at the end of the night. And made sure to add before you closed the door:
"Hey, If you're struggling to sleep just making sure you know that, well... My room is juuusst that one over there. Im there if you need me." he scratched the back of his neck as he said this.
"I'll take up your offer if I don't immediately conk out." You say, water bottle in hand and the door handle in the other.
"Goodnight John. Thank you for taking care of me tonight." You grab his hand as you say this, swaying it slightly as you thank him. All he can do is blush.
You close the door behind yourself. And flop onto the bed, immediately falling into a super deep sleep. Having high dreams about Schlatt suddenly, him being the main focus on every single one you had that night.
